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Party. Destination. Wedding.\u00a0What’s not to love?\u00a0In my own search for the ultimate wedding (think– wedding pi\u00f1ata), I\u00a0couldn’t help but\u00a0continually envisioning my\u00a0impending wedding as the destination type. That idea never came to fruition.\u00a0Luckily for me, my pi\u00f1ata idea is a go. Luckily for\u00a0my family, Montana is<\/em> a destination. In the end it all works out.<\/p>\n You see, I have\u00a0the curse of thinking outside the box. In\u00a0the case of destination weddings,\u00a0I should say, thinking beyond\u00a0Hawaii and the Bahamas. That brought me to The Chicago Tribune<\/em> and their\u00a0story of a Nicaraguan wedding<\/a>. Now, that’s my kind of destination wedding.<\/p>\n Here’s how my Nicaraguan wedding would go. Trim\u00a0down the invite list to only the essential guests.\u00a0Climb\u00a0a\u00a0volcano to the smoking\u00a0crater while the grandparents\u00a0take\u00a0a taxi up to meet\u00a0us.\u00a0My fianc\u00e9e and I zip-line into the ceremony, we exit by flying away on jet-packs, followed by enough\u00a0Patron to kill a Great White. We lie on a beach the next day, snag a jungle trek, and finish with a few rounds of\u00a0scuba diving sessions — all in full tuxedo and wedding dress.<\/p>\n